Gu Huanhuan hadn't been taking on any script offers or event bookings recently, she had decided to give herself a proper break.
However, the series of events triggered by the discovery of the lipstick in Wen Chi's pocket had left her feeling exhausted.
The vacation turned out to be pretty terrible.
After all, nobody would feel good encountering such things.
She really wanted to trust Wen Chi, because his meticulous care for her on a daily basis wasn't fake—she knew people were made of flesh and emotions.
But the evidence was conclusive, and facts spoke louder than words.
She hadn't wronged him—look, several days had passed since the incident, yet she hadn't seen him take any measures or offer any explanations.
"Miss Gu, it appears you've forgotten that others did give explanations, but you chose not to listen," someone might say.
Yet somehow reason always seemed to side with Huanhuan.
